Oh, so we acting different around company?
He pulled me up behind him in one clean motion, my body settling against his back as I adjusted my legs around the horse with Chewy tucked in my arm.
“Don’t drop him,” Marlon said.
“I’d never drop my baby.”
Our baby.
Spades started moving, steady this time with Marlon leading him, heading back toward the main buildings.
I rested my hand lightly against Marlon’s side to steady myself and he didn’t move it away.
See? Progress!
By the time we reached the yard, the hose was already stretched out near the side of the building. Marlon slid off first, then helped me down again, hands firm on my waist for a second longer than necessary before letting go.
He wants me.
“Stand there,” he said, grabbing the hose.
The water hit my legs first and it’s ice fucking cold.
I jumped. “Oh fuck no!”
He ignored me, dragging the stream higher, washing the dirt from my calves, my thighs, the edge of my shirt.
“Stop moving,” he said.
“It’s cold!”
“It’s fresh water.”
“That don’t make it better!”
Chewy barked as the water splashed near him, trying to dodge it while still staying close.
“Oh, you don’t like it?” I said, holding him out slightly. “Get him, Marley!”
He wasted no time and angled the hose toward Chewy, who immediately lost his mind, barking and twisting in my arms.
I laughed, trying to hold onto him. “You see? That’s what you get for running a damn muck!”
Marlon turned the water to Spades next. He liked it. Loved it even, holding his mouth open for water to get inside. Finally, Marlon turned it to himself. I watched as it slowly spread through the fabric of his shirt, making him take it off.
I was definitely enjoying the strip tease.
Until the water splashed back onto me as Chewy squirmed, soaking through the front of my shirt now.
“Marlon!”
“Thirsty ass needed some water.”
I didn’t care anymore, I flipped him off.
Instead of getting mad, he stepped closer, lowering the pressure slightly and rinsing off the last of the dirt from my arms.
“Stay still,” he said again, quieter this time.
